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Carol Nye Rhoades Robinson By Kathrine Nash Rhoades
NATURE based on the Portrait No. 2 of Carol Nye Rhoades (Robinson) by Kathrine Nash Rhoades (1915) – (Edited by Debbi Guzzi My feet, my feet chilled to the bone, as I sit, sitting here alone. Sharpening itself, the wind embraced, Slicing a piece of me, starting at my face, Think not of cold, only hot, I say. Now, I can’t move, can’t move, can’t you see, the coldness of the wind’s gotten the best of me. The frameless skies at my back, embraces me for more of to come as Winter will turn to Spring. My feet, my feet aching to the bone as I sit, sitting here alone. THIS ENDING WAS INADVERTENTLY OMITTED WHEN SUBMITTED (NOT EDITED) Sharpening itself, the storm embraced, Slicing a piece of me, starting at my face, Think not of wet, only dry. Now I can’t move, can’t move, can’t you see, The influence of the storm’s gotten the best of me; A new season calls once again, Winter to Spring, then Summer to Fall, everlasting love on my face bares it all.
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